Chapter 112. Champagne Wishes & Love Notes (2)

RENEE

I stared at the beautiful portrait of me.

In a sultry allure, I stood in a cloud of hibiscus and sunflowers, and my strawberry-blonde hair flowed wildly. My skin shined, and I wore a pink robe — a long flowing dress that draped to the floor and trailed along in the grass. My brown eyes, rimmed by long black lashes, sparkled, and my lips were curved seductively. 

Even though the paint was smudged from the brush being used repeatedly to achieve its perfectionism, the artist—whoever they were—had given me an almost heavenly appearance. 

The drawing technique was exquisite, every stroke of the painting brush capturing me perfectly, and my features seemed as if they'd been molded from the finest marble, every curve perfectly proportioned. 

I was so taken with the painting that if it hadn't been for the gentle contrasted hues, I would’ve thought it was a photograph. 

It felt like home and